This weekend, I once again received a distress call from a beautiful woman seeking help for a blind date, and I took it upon myself to step in and help yet again. Thinking back on the amusing or embarrassing blind date stories I've encountered recently, with nothing to do on this unlucky Sunday weather, reminiscing about them is quite entertaining. (Let's say I'm being clickbaity this time - it wasn't me going on the blind date.)
Blind dates are apparently now a very popular and proper way of "chatting someone up." My dear cousin has been through this process many times, with me always by her side. Regardless of the outcome, these experiences have deeply made me realize that "there are JP every year, but this year there are so many more than usual."
(Note: JP here could be a placeholder for some inside joke or term that doesn't directly translate without further context.)